Chapter 4
Chapter Four
Haidyn had pulled me away from the intense staredown that had stopped everyone’s chatter between me and the twins and was now guarding me from their gaze.
“You should go. I didn’t think they’d be here.”
“What do you mean?” I asked him, now that the intensity of the moment had worn off. “They’re bikers here, right?”
“Yes, but they’re…more nomadic these days. I thought they were gone on a run to New York.”
“There’s nothing wrong with them being here. You know my reasons for being here tonight.”
“Not with them, and definitely not with Cody.”
“Why not?” I shot back, angry that he was cockblocking me.
“Stevie, you know why. You and he were…intense back in the day. Plus, he’s not the same guy you knew. He’s different…darker somehow. He scares a lot of the members when he’s here, and only Colton can get through to him.”
Cody had always been intense, and it was what drew me to him, especially that night I’d been second guessing my marriage to Paul.
I’d always been drawn to them, even in high school, but it wasn’t until that night I’d ever truly thought about being with him.
And then I’d left, after the best night of my life.
“I should go,” I said, realising how dumb it was to be here. Especially now that they were here. “You’re right. I don’t belong here anymore.”
“I never said that,” Haidyn replied. “Come and have another drink, and I’ll get one of the boys to take you to my place.”
Pushing back the tears that were threatening to unleash again, I followed him back to the bar.
Everyone had resumed their conversations, and both brothers were gone from the door.
I breathed a sigh of relief as I retook my seat.
Higgs was gone, but I didn’t need him to distract me anymore.
My quest for dick was squashed like a bug.
Haidyn put my drink down on the bar and headed back to the queue of men trying to get his attention. I sipped at the drink, letting the whiskey burn its way down my throat.
I knew before he sat down that he was there. I could always sense it. Turning my head, I saw which twin it was. They were identical, and had even been insane enough to get matching tattoos, just to fuck with people, but I’d always been able to tell.
It’s their mannerisms.
“Colton.”
He chuckled, and I hated myself for the way my body reacted. “You always could tell us apart. How?”
I shrugged my shoulders. “You act differently.”
Colton hummed, almost as if he didn’t believe me. “What brings you here again, princess? Your lofty apartment get a little chilly for you?”
There it was.
The pain I knew I’d caused.
Haidyn had told me that after the wedding, Cody had gone on a bender, and almost gotten kicked out of the club. Colton had to take him away for a few weeks and when they returned, he was different.
Quieter.
More intense than normal.
“Married yet?” I asked him, hoping to break the pull I was feeling for being back here. He held his finger up to show me it was bare. He had bulky silver rings on his other fingers but none on those fingers or his pinkies.
“That doesn’t mean shit, and you know it, Colt.”
His chuckled was deep and warm, and did things to my already quaking thighs. “That’s true. And no, we’re not married.”
“I didn’t ask about him.”
“Sure,” he said. “Maybe not out loud.”
“I’m married,” I blurted.
“And yet, you’re here,” he said, looking me up and down. “Looking like that.”
Colton’s eyes moved back up to mine. Blazing and trying to leech the information out of me.
“He’s cheating, has been for years, apparently. I walked in on him today.”
Colton’s eyes moved from mine, and I saw the way his jaw ground down. “He never deserved you.”
“Yeah well…eleven years with one man kinda sucks when it meant fuck all to him.”
“Is that why you’re here?” he asked. “To get back at him?”
I could have answered it, I could have said yes and I knew he’d not stand in my way, but for some reason, I wanted to be honest.
“Fuck Paul,” I said. “I want revenge on someone else. The one he’s been fucking for two years and who smiled at me when she saw me catch him.”
Colton’s eyes searched mine. He knew about his sister’s insane attempts at bullying me.
It was why he stepped in. He and Cody had put her in her place over the years in high school, protecting me.
They were the only ones she listened to because she thought of them as her protective big brothers, and she did respect them enough to listen.
“Fuck,” he said, turning back to look at the bottles on the wall. “She’s always been a cunt.”
I chuckled, unable to stop myself. “Especially to me.”
“Agreed,” he said. “So you want revenge against Carissa, then?”
I shrugged my shoulders. “I guess, but how would I achieve that?”
Colton’s eyes glistened with mischief, before he turned his attention to me fully. “Oh I know you know how, princess. The only question that remains is…who do you want? Cody…or me?”
My heart was in my throat. He’d given me the green light. I just needed to say yes.
I slid off my stool, and closed the distance between us. I didn’t miss the way his nostrils flared as I stepped between his thighs. Moving my hand up to the side of his face, I traced his stubbled jaw with my fingers.
“You.”
He slammed his lips to mine, swallowing my gasp of surprise and turned his head to the side to deepen the kiss.
“Last chance to change your mind,” he growled, his forehead against mine. My mind was dizzy from the intensity of the kiss, but there was no way in hell I was going to change this.
“Colton, I ain’t changing my mind.”
He growled, and pulled me with him, past the bar and down the hall. I chanced a glance at Haidyn but he had some girl’s tongue down his throat, too busy to notice. Smirking, I giddily followed Colton down the hall to the rooms.
Colton kicked the door in and pulled me with him. He wheeled me around so my back was to the door before he closed it by shoving me against it.
His mouth was on mine, claiming my tongue in a heated kiss, while his hands roamed up and down my dress.
Colton Garrison kissed like the devil, entirely claiming my soul for damnation, and I fucking loved every second of it.
I felt my dress loosening as he pulled the zipper down my back.
Colton’s hands moved the sleeves down of my dress, exposing my chest and finally my nipples.
He pulled from my mouth, trailing kisses down my neck and toward my breasts.
Every scrape of his stubble had my pussy throb for attention as I clutched at his leather cut.
When Colton sucked a nipple into his mouth, I knew I was in trouble. Every knead of his mouth on my breast had my pussy clenching.
“Colton…”
“That’s it, baby,” he growled. “I want to hear you say my name as you come apart at the seams.”
Oh shit.
His hands moved down to my thighs, before moving between them and up to my soaked panties.
“Mmm, you’re ready for me, aren’t you, princess. Hot and wet, and wanting me to fill you with my cock.”
I groaned at his filthy mouth. His fingers moved over my panties, enticing my clit with slow, menacing circles over the fabric.
“Yeah, you don’t need to tell me how much you want me to stuff you full, I can feel it,” he said, his mouth near my ear. “I’ve wanted to fuck this sweet pussy since we were in school, princess. I can’t wait to feel you sheathed around my cock, and have you cry out my name.”
My heart was pattering in my chest, blood rushing through my veins, heightening the experience. Before I could protest, or even respond, he had my dress off, and he was tearing at my panties.
The delicate lace gave way immediately, and my wet pussy was instantly hit with the cool air of the room. Colton dropped to his knees, his strong, sure hands lifting me up until my thighs were over his shoulders. He held me there, on his shoulders, as his mouth descended onto my pussy.
I cried out the second his tongue hit my clit, my hands going to his hair and holding on for dear life as his fingers bit into the flesh of my hips and he devoured me.
Fuck…Colton Garrison was a god among men, and I had his attention. After tonight was through, I knew I’d be thoroughly marked and fucked to within an inch of my life.
Fuck you, Carissa.
And yet even as I thought it, I didn’t feel this was about her or even Paul anymore, this was about what I had wanted that night before the wedding.
I’d wanted Cody, sure, but I’d also always wanted Colton.
Ultimately, that was what had driven me from Cody’s bedroom that fateful morning and hightailed it to the chapel.
Now, I had a night of fitful passion, with the brother I’d never tasted, and I intended to enjoy every fucking minute of it.
When I felt my release crest, I cried out his name as I shuddered and shook, my thighs clamping over his face as I rode his mouth for every fucking minute of the most intense orgasm I’d ever experienced.
Oh fuck.
I was in trouble.